What if I’m not ready?
I feel like we had this talk already
Why are you so self-centered?
Now I regret letting you enter
This is my life, my choices
I’m not going to bullied by the voices
I had a plan before you came around
I’m not just going to let you drag me down
My mother sacrificed her youth for me
So I’m sorry but with you I cannot agree
We have stood together for so long
Enjoying our youth with each bong
But I cannot be forced
You can’t threaten me with divorce
I have loved you forever
And you promised you would stand by me through whatever
So now? You won’t look at me?
Then fine let me be
But I am the beholder of my own body
And when I’m ready, the miracle of life will be bestowed upon me